Well, here we are at the end of the road. Yesterday I talked about how important it can be for unhealthy relationships to experience a little separation. While my relationship with the LA Film Fest has certainly been unhealthy, that’s not the only thing I’ve had to let go of recently. I found out this evening that two of my best friends are leaving Los Angeles in the next couple of months. It is rough news to receive, especially for a shut-in like myself. If I hadn’t already committed to the Film Fest thing for today’s review, you would probably be reading “170 – Abandonment” right now. But my self-imposed assignment has forced me to achieve a modicum of closure. I can’t rant too much about losing good soldiers to domesticity, because the key to letting go is finding that little piece of acceptance.
As we learned yesterday, connection can be very important. Without substantial relationships, a human life might feel less than human. But it is possible for a relationship to become too close. Sometimes we have to learn to let go. Day Eight of the Los Angeles Film Festival was a lesson in moving on. Continue reading
Connecting. It’s difficult for some people. I of course wouldn’t know anything about such struggles (he said with a clenched jaw and watering eyes), but I have heard stories. Human contact is often a necessity, however. Though I sometimes consider taking off and becoming a solitary hermit (like Into the Wild, but way less annoying), I think it would be very depressing in practice. So we go do things with other people. Things like sit in a dark room for hours without talking because you’re watching footage of other people interacting rather than doing it yourself. This, ladies and gentlemen, is day seven of the LA Film Fest.
In my daily work as an education professional (which is the phrase I use when I don’t want people to know how glamorous my job isn’t) it is important to present an open and accepting disposition. Sure, the majority of the kids are ignorant and intolerant of anything that is different, but for that one student who doesn’t yet know how to express his or her weirdness, your encouragement and support could be a difference maker. What’s great about any film festival – this one included – is the no-holds-barred embracing of the strange.
Day Five of the Los Angeles Film Festival did not go as planned. And – much like Hannibal – I love it when a plan comes together. (That’s Hannibal from The A-Team. Not Hannibal Lecter, though he probably appreciates that sensation as well). Alternatively, I hate it when a plan does not come together. So when my schedule went off the rails today, I was understandably thrown.
Some context for this post: the 20th Los Angeles Film Festival is taking place right now in Downtown Los Angeles at the Regal Cinema in LA Live. I, being the budding cinephile, am attending, and seeing as many different films as I can manage. This is my account of Day Four of the fest – the first of the two weekend days, and a very busy one at that. There, doesn’t a little background knowledge make everything a little easier to understand? You’re welcome.
My schedule the last couple of days has prohibited my seeing more than two festival movies in a given day so far. I plan to correct this injustice over the weekend – and maybe even into next week – but for now I am satisfied with showing up at the Regal Cinema at LA Live after work, and picking up a free ticket to whatever screening I can make it to.
And so it begins. For real this time. The 20th Los Angeles Film Festival – my first film festival. So after a long day of work, I drag my weary bones up to LA Live for an evening of film.